Turning Tables

Dear Mother, Dear Father
I keep this no longer
I am not who you think me to be
My words and my actions do not coincide
Her past and my present are too closely tied
I know not who you trust me to be
The tables have turned
But you still have not learned
You should not trust this person in me
I am just a liar
Somehow I desire
To be whom you want me to be

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